KNOWING THE REASON

I wrote this poem as a reminder to those who have ever felt there was no reason to live. There is always a reason! About 12 years ago I was very depressed and felt as if I was just a burden, even to my children. It wasnt until one day I stared at my reflection in my bathroom mirror and couldnt stare at it any longer so i punched it as hard as i could. I cut myself and was bleeding pretty bad but for some reason, I didn’t feel any pain. I grabbed a piece of the glass and thought one perfect slit would make it so no one else felt the pain of me continuing to be a burden. But then the smell of burning cookies lingered in and I heard a faint knock at the door. I opened the door to see my beautiful 6 year old daughter holding one half eaten cookie. She handed it to me and said “Momma, I tried to make you cookies cuz I love you but they all burned except this one and I had to make sure it wasn't poisonous before I gave it you so I ate half of it ok, sorry mommy!” I fell to the ground and quickly pulled her in to hold her. From that day on the smell of burning cookies is a comfort for me. To most people their child alone should have been that comfort but most of those people haven’t felt the way I did back then so I am very thankful for smell of burning cookies, a comforting reminder that my children will always need me!

By Chrystal HoldrenPublished about a year ago • 1 min read